He passed by the light and walked in the opposite direction. The setting sun shone on the icy white ground, and he stepped on the gradually dimming blood light, leading to the glorious road outside the gate.
"After you finish this, the people of the city-state will not tolerate you." Lin Guang's calm voice came from behind:
"If you don't suppress them and rule them like I do, if you give them space to survive and build a city-state where people can live and work in peace and contentment, they will do the opposite - kill you."
“Human desires are endless, and you can never satisfy them.”
"You are destined to be a tragedy, and death is your destined outcome."
"Sooner or later you will..."
“Towards the end of death for civilization.”
These words, almost a curse, echoed eerily behind him, like a prophecy and also like a warning.
And Su Mingan has already walked out of this pure white city of God.
He did not look back once.
…
[There are countless series of time, diverging, converging, and parallel times weaving an ever-growing, intricate web.]
[Most of the time, we don't exist. At some times, there is you but not me. At other times, there is me but not you. At some other times, both you and I exist.]
At this moment, chance has brought you to my room; at another moment, you walked through the garden and found me dead; at another moment, I said what I am saying now, but I was an error, a ghost.
[Because time always branches off, leading to countless futures. At some point in the future, I can become your enemy.]
【——Jorge Luis Borges】
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